Chapter 92

"Of course there is. I'm here today to discuss Optima Enterprises," I said. Camille's expression darkened at my words, and she snapped, "Fucking muttface, you came just to mock at me, didn't you? Throw him out!" I paid no response to her angry expression and calmly said, "Don't throw tantrums like a child, Ms. Layton. I'm here to help you resolve the problem." Camille wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but even she could tell I was up to no good. "Bullshit! I'm no three-year-old!" I chuckled. "Optima Enterprises came to me. They're fed up with your constant issues. "Your contract with them lasts only two years, so they've decided not to work with you after that. I'm offering to work with Optima Enterprises as a team. "I'll handle everything. You just hold onto your shares and wait for dividends." Camille had looked like she wanted to lash out again, but she paused and thought it over. Given the current situation, my offer to cooperate was her best course of action. Naturally